Wel , wel , wel , he said. Mestrovich passed the grimed bulk of his hand across his puttycolored face that had a sharply turnedup nose peppered with black pores. The guys in the shop, their wives won't let 'em alone, eh? Bil was a little drunk too. When the Chicago Tribune cal ed him a pinkpowderpuffand everybody started wagging their heads overa slavebracelet he wore that
Charley was laughing. I wish the revolution ud come. Dick took him out and set him up to a fine dinner at his favorite bistro and then went around and fixed him up with Minette, who was the bestlooking girl at Madame Patou's. She'd sometimes smoke a cigarette with him ex-changing a few words about Manet or Claude Monet's in-numerable haystacks, al the ti
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